Chapter 11: A Dangerous Line
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The adrenaline hadn’t worn off by the time they reached Kai’s place. It was a small, run-down apartment on the outskirts of town, nothing like the luxury Zayn was used to. But somehow, it fit. The place smelled like leather and cigarette smoke, and there were books stacked haphazardly on the coffee table, things Zayn wouldn’t have expected.
Kai tossed him a towel. “Clean up.”
Zayn sat on the couch, dabbing at the cut on his lip. He watched as Kai moved around the room, pulling a first aid kit from a drawer. “You do this often?” Zayn asked.
Kai shrugged. “Comes with the territory.”
He kneeled in front of Zayn, opening the kit. “Hold still.”
Zayn did as told, letting Kai clean the wound. His touch was careful, almost too gentle, considering the world he lived in. Zayn found himself watching him, memorizing the way his brows furrowed in concentration.
“You didn’t have to fight,” Kai murmured.
“I did.”
Kai glanced up, something unreadable in his expression. “Why?”
Zayn leaned forward slightly. “Because I wanted to prove that I belong here.”
Kai’s fingers stilled. “And do you?”
Zayn held his gaze, voice steady. “I think you already know the answer.”
For a long moment, neither of them spoke. Then, in a move so fast Zayn barely had time to react, Kai’s fingers curled around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. Their foreheads nearly touched, the space between them charged and suffocating.
“This is a bad idea,” Kai muttered.
Zayn smirked. “You say that a lot.”
Kai exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “Because it’s true.”
Zayn’s hand lifted, brushing against Kai’s wrist. “Then why aren’t you letting go?”
Kai didn’t answer. But he didn’t pull away, either.
The line between them had been blurring for a while now. And Zayn was more than ready to cross it.
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